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This omake was inspired by one of yuiseppe's comics (conveniently up there in our gallery for all to see!). Thanks, yui! ^_^

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As far as elven life went, Gaff thought he had it pretty sweet. Like many of his race, the boyish young elf was the servant of a magician, but he wasn't a familiar bound by the ancient contract between the faerie-folk and the humans. Rather, he was a salaried employee, whose work was valued in good, solid gold. And his mistress, Lillet Blan, was arguably the most powerful among the Royal Magicians despite not having yet seen her twentieth year.

In other words, when Gaff visited home, he got to feel pretty smug about how he was doing, and his mother could brag incessantly across the garden fence. It wasn't every day the formulaic phrase "friend of elves" could be literally applied to a magician, implying genuine friendship. Yes, generally Gaff had a pretty nice life for a young working elf.

Generally.

Most of the time.

"I just changed those sheets this morning!" he moaned, looking at the disheveled state of the bedclothes.

Lillet blushed, the honey-blonde's sheepish expression emphasizing her youth. Amoretta Virgine, the homunculus who was Lillet's wife in all but name, merely tilted her head to one side curiously. She was sitting on the edge of the couch, though, and looking at her made him take in further details in that direction.

"And...and...do you know how long it's going to take to get those stains out of the couch?" Many a novel had expressed scenes of squalor by referring to "unidentifiable stains," but Gaff would have been more than happy to not know which bodily fluids had been involved. "Those are going to set if I don't get to them right away."

The black cat cradled in Amoretta's arms stirred and raised his head.

"You might also check the fireplace rug," he said helpfully. "I noticed a certain odor when I didst return an hour past."

Well, yeah, but the Cia pic is a piece of fanart for one of my stories. I make it a fundamental principle never to nag anybody for anything they're doing of their own free will for me. On the other hand, the Gaff shorts are just general GrimGrimoire fan-work, so I can nag freely.

lol point. It also doesn't help that my muse has a rather nasty tendency to beat me senseless until I submit and jump the queue with new ideas, which tends to put existing work further back in line. Hopefully more air this week...

I've put this comic up as this month's Tome of Eldritch Omake chapter...but what I also noticed is that when trying to advertise yuiseppe's comic that inspired it when I advertised this story at the Dare You To Love Me forums (shouldn't that be fora?), it's not in yui's DA gallery!

Thanks, yui! I noted that change in my plug. And hey, acknowledging my inspiration is the right thing to do...GrimGrimoire has a small fan community, so it's not really surprising, either, that we'd do a lot of cross-pollination of each other's ideas.